Did you ever read “I Heard the Owl Call My Name“? When I was in high school it was one of those “required” readings alongside “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” The book is one of those meaning of life stories that work when you’re at a certain age.
Which is all much ado about nothing. When I was walking Snickers the Wonder Dog this morning an owl was doing its hoot-hoot very loudly. Volia! The book title. Funny how that works.
